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touchofdawn · 2 years
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The castle that could feel, at times, so stifling and small seemed to grow and stretch out, the hallways appearing to lengthen before him as Diluc raced with all haste toward the Princess’ chambers, his claymore still wet with the blood of the assassin he’d caught in the Queen’s room only moments ago. It took a bold assassin to scale the tall walls of the castle and enter through the windows—he’d once even though it impossible. But he should have known better than to underestimate the desperation of their enemies.
Now, he just hoped he wasn’t too late.
Finally, the tall doors came into view and Diluc shouted at the yawning Knight stationed outside, “Open the door!” The Knight startled and quickly turned to grab one of the door’s carved handles, and Diluc pushed inside, eyes blazing.
Not Jean. If anyone so much as laid a finger on her—
A man cloaked in black was already in the room, his sword raised over Jean’s sleeping form. In the corner of the room, one of the windows had been opened, the curtains wafting gently with the chilling night breeze.
Diluc didn’t allow himself a moment to hesitate, lunging at the man with a yell, eyes blazing and claymore at the ready, and he barely stopped the sword’s descent in time, their weapons clashing in the air above Jean’s heart. 
He could apologize for the rude and surely horrifying awakening later.
He roughly shoved the man back against the wall with his shoulder, sending the man sprawling. “Princess, get out of here! I’ll be right behind you,” he commanded, raising his claymore to defend her escape once more as the man quickly righted himself and readied to try again.
starter for @divine-honour​
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cemeterything · 19 days
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something i really appreciate about VAL is how utterly mundane she really is. she's not anyone special, her backstory isn't anything unusual even by ordinary real life standards, let alone silt verses ones; in fact there's basically nothing about her that makes her unique. the only times we hear her refer to herself as anything of note are when she sarcastically tells the man she's about to kill to "marvel at me", and when she compares herself to a god in a moment of whimsical vanity the moment is immediately cut short by her stumbling across a mass grave, which undercuts any claims to godhood she might have by proving her incapable of one of the core tenets of divinity as we see her fail to perform the miracle of raising the dead. she's literally just a person. "she can talk, she can listen, she can follow orders, she can snark like you or i can", she sings, she's self-aware; she doesn't even really care about the war she was created to win, she just wants to understand why her mother couldn't love her. but all her choices - her actions, and their consequences - are given the weight of a god's power, the destructive impact of sheer possibility. if you torture an already unstable human being to insanity and then give them a weapon of mass destruction!!
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chickenmanbeloved · 11 months
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after watching Spiderman ATSV my friend immediately called me out on my dad obsession. Looking back on my hyperfixes... I uh...
ANYWAY,,, how fucking rude of them >:'[
justthedadsbelowthis
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knucklesamwichart · 11 months
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4 Miles
Desmond Miles
Miles "Tails" Prower
Miles Edgeworth
Spider-Man (Miles Morales)
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tonguetiedraven · 2 months
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Carried away
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myristicisms · 2 months
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Eyes flash near dangerously, the usual subtle glow of the mako staining his irises giving way to the sudden rush into his head and there's a soft laugh that he barks out, head cocking slightly to the side curiously while he mulls over the statement. He could handle everything fine enough, or at least that's what Zack thinks even if it would be fun to hand the reigns over and see what Cloud would do if he allowed the blonde to take over. “ Depends. ” He manages, voice as calculated as possible given the way he has to hold himself still, body growing jittery from excess energy beginning to pool within his limbs. “ If you think you can then go ahead, I wanna see what taking charge looks like to you. ”
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@strifesoldier | Cloud Strife
"Do you want me to take charge? "
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Phoenix walked back from school quietly, Larry following behind him. He hadn’t seen Miles in a while... He knew something bad had happened, but he never was told where Miles was. He sighed a bit, frowning.
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fifiophobia · 22 days
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It’s weed day everyone! Take this little doodle of a blunt rotation ft some very questionable parental figures we all love as a token
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aslightaddity · 9 months
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I’ve had a vision. (Aka I realized that the reason I like damijon is bc it’s basically repackaged wrightworth)
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touchofdawn · 1 year
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If there was one thing the Princess hadn’t expected in the recovery process, it was the night terrors. The first few months were absolute hell for everyone in the castle, with her screaming bloody murder in the middle of the night from such horrors that plagued her mind. But Lisa (bless her brilliant mind) and Albedo worked to develop an elixir to help her sleep through the night, and for quite some time after it was a lifesaver.
But that didn’t mean it was perfect. On this particular night, Jean had quite possibly the most horrific and vivid terror she’d ever experienced. She didn’t wake up screaming, as she had before, but she did wake up in a cold sweat and unable to even close her eyes again, lest she see that scene play out again before her. She wrapped herself in her lace and velvet dressing gown and quietly shuffled across the hall, knocking on the door to her fiancé’s suite. She was twisting the ring on her finger, a comforting habit she’d picked up since their proper proposal. “D-Diluc, darling? I-I’m sorry for waking you…” Surely, she looked awful. Dark circles under her eyes, bedhead messing her beautiful caramel-gold locks of hair. But at least it wasn’t the worst way he’d ever seen her. “I was wondering… if I could sleep in your room tonight? With you?”
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It was to be expected, Diluc supposed, but listening to Jean scream never became any easier. As her guard and her intended, too, it was a far more vexing thing to accept that there existed something from which he could not protect her, no matter his mettle. Every time her scream pierced the night, he rushed into her room, weapon drawn and flames wrapped around his fists, ready to strike, only to find her trembling in her bed, her face shining with sweat. Another nightmare.
The introduction of Albedo and Lisa’s elixir was a relief for everyone, but she still had the occasional terror.
He hadn’t been asleep long—he always went to bed long after she—when a soft knock came at the door in her usual rhythm. He quickly rose to answer, only to find her twisting her ring and looking more like a ghost than a living, breathing woman.
... Protocol be damned.
Without a second thought, he let her into the room and shut the door. “Don’t apologize,” he whispered into her hair as he pulled her close against his chest. She was sleep warm and trembling in his arms. “Of course, you can stay with me.”
He pulled back enough to see her face as he cupped her cheek. “Another dream?” he guessed, brushing some of her hair from her face. “Would something warm help to settle your nerves?”
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It had been the better half of two years since he'd last seen Gellert Grindelwald in the flesh- Though he had heard plenty of whispers, murmurs in the dark corners of the wizarding world. Ever since his younger sister Ariana's funeral he had packed what he could and fled Godric's Hollow and never looked back. He had toured the world as he has intended to before the terrible accident that befell Kendra Dumbledore due to an outburst of his sisters wayward magic, and that following summer, well.. He came.
News of his research and success spread like wildfire in the wizarding world- The Daily Prophet, Wizard Weekly, every and any wizarding world outlet found themselves posting his research and findings. After that, well.. Unhealthy obsession befell Albus Dumbledore once more with the deathly hallows, specifically the resurrection stone. He had been studying it long before Grindelwald came along and now he had more incentive, with three members of his family befalling tragic deaths.
If anything could bring them back, it was the stone.
He travelled the world in search of it, consumed by grief and mourning, which drove him on even more. Searching the darker corner of the wizarding world- He was no stranger to it. Not after Grindelwald. He found himself listening in, occupying dark wizarding clubs, darker places such as Knockturn Alley- When he heard whispers of his former lover from Godric's Hollow. Rumors of a rally taking place, to gain followers for his- Their movement. Change the world.. It's what they said they'd do.
For the greater good.
For the weeks that followed, he found out where it was taking place. He was adorned in head to toe in all black, a hood shrouding most of his fiery red curls as he made his way into the crowd, finding himself blending in. At least, he had hoped so. Baby blue eyes found themselves glued to his husband on stage, as he ranted and raved about what he sought to do, words flowing like the magic that so easily made up both halves of the star crossed lovers of Godric's Hollow, that poetic way he has with words.
He felt his heart beat in his chest. @magicblooms
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natashatrace · 6 months
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lil future!fic drabble for mavnix, as always takes place in the verse that only exists in my head at the moment 💜
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The pregnancy is unexpected, but not unwanted.
“I have something to tell you,” Natasha says one afternoon, straddling his lap and hiding something behind her back.
Pete’s hands curl over her hips out of reflex. “A good something or a bad something?”
“A good something,” she says, nodding once. “But it’s — a big something. And it’s okay if it isn’t something you want.”
Pete’s brow furrows at that. “Okay. What is it?”
She pulls out a thin piece of plastic from behind her back.
“Guess you aren’t shooting blanks, old man,” Phoenix teases him, holding out the positive test with a shaking hand and hesitant joy shining in her eyes.
Pete takes the test and stares. Just stares. Finally stutters out an exhale when he feels Phoenix’s hand over his cheek.
“Earth to Mav,” she says quietly, thumbing at his skin. “You okay?”
He shifts his focus from the test to her stomach, flat beneath her shirt. From her stomach up to her eyes.
“You’re pregnant?” he whispers.
Natasha bites down on her lip, nodding. “How do you feel about that?”
He hugs her so quickly, so tightly, that the sound of her laughter is muffled against his throat.
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Mav’s enthusiasm doesn’t change. Even when she’s complaining about the ache in her back. Even when she’s cursing him for putting them in this situation in the first place. Even when they’re bickering in the middle of the night as their newborn cries while the bottle warms.
Natasha watches him often; stands in the doorway of their bedroom and watches as Pete talks to Trace, telling him about his favorite planes, about how Mom’s going to take Darkstar by storm when she heads back after leave, how Bradley’s coming over for dinner that weekend and how they all have to be on their best behavior. The things he’s saying don’t matter — it’s the easy, gentle cadence of his voice that keeps Trace captivated, soft little sounds bubbling up every so often like he’s just as much a participant in this conversation as Maverick is.
“Did you ever want kids when you were younger?” she asks him later, holding Trace close as he nurses, brushing her fingers gently back and forth over the baby-soft hair on his head. “Or were you too busy conquering the world?”
Maverick hums, scratching a hand up through his hair. “I think I always thought I’d have it eventually. The family, y’know. Someone to come home to. I remember sitting with Goose and Carole when Bradley was little, and I’d be listening to Goose tell that kid all about the planes in the sky and thinking, y’know. I’d like to have that one day. But then…”
He trails off, waving a hand. Natasha winces at a particularly sharp sting in her chest and then relaxes, eyes warm when she looks over to Pete and sees him already watching her.
“But then,” she says softly, nodding. “Time’s a hell of a thing.”
Maverick smiles a bit at that, sitting on the footrest of her rocker and curling a hand over one of her calves. “If the last few years have taught me anything, it’s that there isn’t a damn clock at all. The things I wanted that I thought I’d missed out on — well. Got ‘em right here.”
Natasha kicks her foot gently against Pete’s chest. “Sap.”
“Respect your elders,” he huffs, but he kisses the inside of her foot gently before setting it down, standing up enough to kiss Trace’s head and then her lips.
“Love you,” she whispers.
Pete brushes her hair back behind her ear. “Love you back, sweetheart.”
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goldenphoenix116 · 11 months
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fun things i hope to see in beyond the spider-verse
hobie instigating
more trans flags on and around gwen
peni parker. just. as much of her as possible
noir + hobie bonding over punching nazis
hobie and pavitr bestie shenanigans
more of gayatri! i get that she's a side character but i really like her
at least one joke where spider-ham gets offended at hobie saying he hates pigs
the writers really leaning into the huge queer metaphor that is spider-man
(i mean like. not that they didn't already, whether intentional or not)
the spider-band being a band. i need them to play a song together,,, please,
miles being happy :)
also miles kicking ass
a proper evil twin fight between the two miles...es
for NOTHING TRAUMATIC to happen to pavitr
miles pulling spider-ham's hammer (spider-HAMmer?) from his pocket
more baby mayday <3
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suhlinah · 24 hours
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Blog Masterlist/Introducing Myself!
Kia Ora, Hello to all and welcome to my blog :)
I tend to jump from fandom to fandom and back again, so here are the ones I will ramble about:
Music:
5 Seconds of Summer (+ Luke and Ashton's solo albums) Gracie Abrams Niall Horan One Direction Billie Eilish Olivia Rodrigo SIX60 Fall Out Boy Ruel Frankie Venter Sabrina Carpenter
Books:
Percy Jackson and the Olympians Heroes of Olympus (haven't read all of Kane Chronicles yet or Magnus Chase but I want to) Heartstopper + Loveless, I Was Born For This, Radio Silence, Solitaire The Phoenix Files Young Bond Gone Red, White & Royal Blue
Films/Shows:
The PJO Show Thunderbirds Are Go! Spider-Man (Tom and Andrew's versions + Spider-Verse) The rest of the MCU How To Train Your Dragon + Race To The Edge Heartstopper Julie & The Phantoms High School Musical: The Musical: The Series Red, White & Royal Blue Miraculous Ladybug
my asks are open (don't really know how to do that but I'll learn) and I def have heaps of headcanons for various fandoms lol.
hope to connect with many people on here :)
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myristicisms · 7 months
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@strifesoldier | Cloud Strife sent;;
' You and me. Your body near mine, close. I'm not right when you're not with me. I get the shakes ' oop zack made him codependent...
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Vulnerability, no matter how small or largely given, was always a difficult thing to express; Years of forcing himself into the mold of what Zack thought was the ideal hero only further forcing him to push the overwhelming desire to rely upon someone else to the back of his mind. Being relied upon was the closest he'd ever come to sharing a vulnerable moment with anyone and it was something he cherished far more than even his own life. That much so had never been in the question though, only further proven with each moment where he took a beating to protect those he cared for most, often coming as victorious in each battle he'd carelessly chosen for himself.
Perhaps it was the hubris of a man who has lost damn near everything already or maybe it was just the delusion of someone who had grown lonely over the years, someone who felt as though nobody bothered to know who he was outside of his uniform and rank; At least not until after he'd managed to establish a connection with another person for the first time since... ( Nevermind. ) Zack has come to rely upon being needed, feeling helpful and he's long since found that purpose at the side of his blonde companion. While he'd known that Cloud was capable of taking care of himself well enough, he also couldn't scratch the desperate itch to feel helpful, to do more than just stand beside the other man silently like some brooding shadow.
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Though that's what he's become, hasn't he? Bitter and violent should he feel it necessary to be so, a trained killer unafraid of ripping and rending through flesh that managed to be snagged within the maws of an enraged beast, many saw the once proud warrior as nothing more than a monster as of late; A creature that thrived on combat and the destruction of the very people that made him into who he was today, but not Cloud, never Cloud apparently. Lips curl into a gentle grin at the idea, he was helpful to someone at the very least, even if he'd grown all too protective throughout their time beside one another and perhaps he cared far more than the average friend should have, but then again; Average friends don't go through the same horrors as the duo had to endure together. That's how Zack justified it, anyways.
A rabid guard dog trapped in an endless loop of biting despite never wanting to bring harm to those unfortunate to cross into Zack's poor graces, a feature of which was far easier done than said given how low his tolerance for anyone daring to cause problems for either Cloud or himself truly had become. That dependency, as it seems to be, is reciprocated. Though that hardly came as much of a surprise, being without the blonde felt off, something so viscerally incorrect that his very being often trembled with wrath when the two were separated for too long and the verbal confirmation he wasn't the only one to experience that... ( Validating, freeing even. )
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“ And here I was, stewing about whether I'm being overbearing towards you. ” He huffs out, amusement glimmering within mako stained eyes; An odd calmness kept Zack completely and uncharacteristically still. At times such as this, he'd often be pacing or doing squats, clears his mind and allows the former SOLDIER to focus on his surroundings but instead he simply sat, jaw twitching while his tongue feels at the sharp canines meant for rending through his foes and that familiar emptiness he'd been so prone to slowly seeps in. “ I'm always here though, always nearby until you tell me to go away and mean it, I promise. ”
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strawberrysnipes · 3 months
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FEENIE'S SIGNATURE PINK PSD !!
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please like/rb if you use/save !
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